Thursday, November 10, 2016

Sleep

You told me I should get some sleep;
I swore today I would be fine.
I think I know what you need;
Things will get better when I die.
Tell me why I should keep going;
Nothing ever seems to change.
Just forget you ever knew me;
Forget you ever knew my name.
There's no point in being sorry;
I can never set things right.
You said sleep would make things better;
All I can say is yeah, good night.

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